full throated bass

Silver slid swiftly into the seat beside me with a laugh and a toss of her purse. The fading daylight caught the gold in her deep red hair with a sparkle and a glint. I turned up the stereo, advancing the tracks to begin the memory fresh, one more time. I slipped into reverse and with a full throated bass began the short drive to the End. My love lies silently before me.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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